I'll do the things that I wanna do
Day: 41
Characters: Trucy Wright [themagical ], EVERYONE. because I'm too lazy to list everyone
Summary: What's that I smell? Some yummy delicious magic?
DAY/NIGHT & Time: NIGHT | After the cells are open
Status: Open | Incomplete
Trucy hadn't very well considered the faults in her logic. It was very likely that she would get hurt tonight, but she didn't very much care for all that right now. Trucy was the type of person to live in the moment, to not think of the effects for her actions, to not see the future of all her bad judgments.
Sure, people had tried to talk her out of performing a magic show. But in the end, it stayed as Trucy was her own person, who could make her own decisions, and who could live her own life. The whole meaning of this act was to help people become happier. If she could at least achieve that, Trucy wouldn't mind so much if she got all that hurt.
The magician braced herself, picking out all the necessary items she had and was going to need. She had stuck her sheets up high on the wall, so she could create some sort of background. Grabbing at her nearby drawer, she cracked off the edge easily, forming it into a small baton of the sorts. Trucy had found all kinds of things from the showers, and all sorts of things underneath her bed.
Inhaling once, she shouted out her door, "Come one, come all, to Trucy Wright's Magic Show!" After that followed a sigh, as she had seen no one outside the hall. Groaning to herself, she walked back in her room, keeping her door open.
Someone would come, right?
Characters: Trucy Wright [themagical ], EVERYONE. because I'm too lazy to list everyone
Summary: What's that I smell? Some yummy delicious magic?
DAY/NIGHT & Time: NIGHT | After the cells are open
Status: Open | Incomplete
Trucy hadn't very well considered the faults in her logic. It was very likely that she would get hurt tonight, but she didn't very much care for all that right now. Trucy was the type of person to live in the moment, to not think of the effects for her actions, to not see the future of all her bad judgments.
Sure, people had tried to talk her out of performing a magic show. But in the end, it stayed as Trucy was her own person, who could make her own decisions, and who could live her own life. The whole meaning of this act was to help people become happier. If she could at least achieve that, Trucy wouldn't mind so much if she got all that hurt.
The magician braced herself, picking out all the necessary items she had and was going to need. She had stuck her sheets up high on the wall, so she could create some sort of background. Grabbing at her nearby drawer, she cracked off the edge easily, forming it into a small baton of the sorts. Trucy had found all kinds of things from the showers, and all sorts of things underneath her bed.
Inhaling once, she shouted out her door, "Come one, come all, to Trucy Wright's Magic Show!" After that followed a sigh, as she had seen no one outside the hall. Groaning to herself, she walked back in her room, keeping her door open.
Someone would come, right?